"It seems like the sort of lake people would drown in," Theodore said. "It makes me nervous, when Elaine swims in there. She didn't do it often, though - she can feel it, too, though we've never discussed it. But I would watch her like a hawk, when she did, like she was six again, swimming in the Aegean." Six. He had not been to Greece for a very long time.
"I'm happy to, if you'd like," Theodore offered gladly. If it wasn't already evident, he had a very strong protective streak. He was considering warding Hugh's house, as well. Not paranoia, but caution. He'd grown up cautious and that had never gone away. Of course, that would mean revealing himself and his abilities to Hugh. But he did consider the man trustworthy.
Theodore hadn't talked about the war very much, once it was over. It touched on a large number of complicated emotions. Killing his father, saving Jamie, reliving his grief for his mother all over again, dealing with his partial blindness, his probation from the Ministry. There were a lot of consequences. "I...had a lot to work through," he admitted with a rueful smile. Pain had a way of dulling after two decades. "Without Jamie, it would've been very difficult," he said, considering his mental list. "It still was, actually. Without Jamie it would've been impossible. I wound up killing my father, you see. Make no mistake, we never liked one another, and love was never even on the table. But he'd have killed the both of us, if I hadn't. He was quite mad by the end, and, well." He spread his hands. Here before you stands a killer. "It's not, as you might imagine, my proudest moment. And yet...I really feel nothing. He took much from me."